ACT ONE
Setting Heaven. God is sitting down stroking his beard
ENTER: Jesus all disheveled
GOD: So how was your trip?
JESUS: (shows a few holes in his wrists and puncture wounds on his forehead)
GOD: What the hell happened you?
JESUS: I told you monkeys were a bad idea.
END
Friday, May 9, 2008
untitled
Well you have it now...
...you have your 30 cent tube socks
...your deflated money
...your "American" factories in some shit island off the coast of china, with you slave labor, and Chinese/ AmericanTM political connections
...your rumbling economy
...your deflating conscious
...your ever so wonderful "door greeting" "puke mopping" "high benefit" jobs
...you have your parking lots and your worthless junk, and your drab cloths that stink up after one wash
I hope you like it, cause you damn well deserve it.
What have you done to not?... shitting in your bricked up lonely so-called "restraunts"... sipping your shitty Vietnamese grown coffee complaining about your so-called "government" and how things were better is your so-called "good 'ld days"
Well guess what?
When they finally completely enslave us, destory us, or turn us all into some machanical shitfest these things you have now (as pathetic and lacking in sensation as it is) which you complain about, will be all there is left.
and you know what...
you deserve it you miserable little fucks
...you have your 30 cent tube socks
...your deflated money
...your "American" factories in some shit island off the coast of china, with you slave labor, and Chinese/ AmericanTM political connections
...your rumbling economy
...your deflating conscious
...your ever so wonderful "door greeting" "puke mopping" "high benefit" jobs
...you have your parking lots and your worthless junk, and your drab cloths that stink up after one wash
I hope you like it, cause you damn well deserve it.
What have you done to not?... shitting in your bricked up lonely so-called "restraunts"... sipping your shitty Vietnamese grown coffee complaining about your so-called "government" and how things were better is your so-called "good 'ld days"
Well guess what?
When they finally completely enslave us, destory us, or turn us all into some machanical shitfest these things you have now (as pathetic and lacking in sensation as it is) which you complain about, will be all there is left.
and you know what...
you deserve it you miserable little fucks
Sunday, June 17, 2007
untitled
A corridor coiled urban ice
The sails hoisted surrender'd names
Her folded face... her batter'd frame...
...melted bloody fuel built lame
The night is full of ice
The night abound with sights
She bore her fleecy body
just wrapped in a cloth
Just one tear
Not one frown
A reflected stream on window cold
Nothing from night but street lamp light
Her body soft with psychic gold
Her hair worn dyed, worn tight
A sentence left blank
The musted clouds they sank
The window turned wave
The shadows formed a breast
We drank nothing but water
those nights we were kings
The city wailing solo
and sounds left to ring
The sails hoisted surrender'd names
Her folded face... her batter'd frame...
...melted bloody fuel built lame
The night is full of ice
The night abound with sights
She bore her fleecy body
just wrapped in a cloth
Just one tear
Not one frown
A reflected stream on window cold
Nothing from night but street lamp light
Her body soft with psychic gold
Her hair worn dyed, worn tight
A sentence left blank
The musted clouds they sank
The window turned wave
The shadows formed a breast
We drank nothing but water
those nights we were kings
The city wailing solo
and sounds left to ring
Opening The Fun™ Box
Hello,
it has come to our attention that some of you, yes just a small minority, have been starting to have fun on the Internet. And I don't mean the "drinking Coke™ and playing Saturday night bingo" kind of fun. I mean REAL fun.
Well we can't be having any of that now, can we?
You don't have to worry, plans are already in action to put this small minority in their place and assort ourselves as the sole protectorates of free information.
Some of you may be old enough to remember Rock'n Roll, Drive-in theaters, radio, or REAL sports before our reign in these mediums and therefore you already know our modus operandi. But for the rest of you, well, lets just say there is going to be some changes around here.
But don't you worry,
We will provide you with The Fun™.
Hollywood™ will provide 24/7 reality, and we know your dying to know what virtual Jenifer Aniston is wearing at THIS VERY MOMENT. Sony™ will be able to pump to you the hologramic images of the latest wannabe-emo rockers singing about “the Pain.” and...
can anyone say, “Virtual Shopping Malls”™ complete with pissy low wage cash attendants and all your friends sporting their new skimpy outfits?
And don't worry about all those “bad” people. Those savage barbarians that wail at the gate in a vein attempt to cut out some freedom and creativity from our stench ridden, disintegrating golden cities in the sky. Or the freaks, or the silly. Or the lost spirits who actually have REAL stories to tell. Our new AT&T™ corporate duel network will not only keep them at bay, but give them no more avenues to run to. We have chased these troublemakers long enough. It's time to make them OBSOLETE.
So as you can see we have everything under control, and our war with the savage dregs that threaten your painless ignorance and homogenized existence is coming to an end.
And now we must do on the Internet what we did every other time you started to have some fun without us, but don't worry, we will still give you our FCC™ sponsored Myspace™ account so you wont have an identity crisis.
Hey, who loves ya?
Welcome to the 21st Century fucko,don't worry if you lose a little skin.
it has come to our attention that some of you, yes just a small minority, have been starting to have fun on the Internet. And I don't mean the "drinking Coke™ and playing Saturday night bingo" kind of fun. I mean REAL fun.
Well we can't be having any of that now, can we?
You don't have to worry, plans are already in action to put this small minority in their place and assort ourselves as the sole protectorates of free information.
Some of you may be old enough to remember Rock'n Roll, Drive-in theaters, radio, or REAL sports before our reign in these mediums and therefore you already know our modus operandi. But for the rest of you, well, lets just say there is going to be some changes around here.
But don't you worry,
We will provide you with The Fun™.
Hollywood™ will provide 24/7 reality, and we know your dying to know what virtual Jenifer Aniston is wearing at THIS VERY MOMENT. Sony™ will be able to pump to you the hologramic images of the latest wannabe-emo rockers singing about “the Pain.” and...
can anyone say, “Virtual Shopping Malls”™ complete with pissy low wage cash attendants and all your friends sporting their new skimpy outfits?
And don't worry about all those “bad” people. Those savage barbarians that wail at the gate in a vein attempt to cut out some freedom and creativity from our stench ridden, disintegrating golden cities in the sky. Or the freaks, or the silly. Or the lost spirits who actually have REAL stories to tell. Our new AT&T™ corporate duel network will not only keep them at bay, but give them no more avenues to run to. We have chased these troublemakers long enough. It's time to make them OBSOLETE.
So as you can see we have everything under control, and our war with the savage dregs that threaten your painless ignorance and homogenized existence is coming to an end.
And now we must do on the Internet what we did every other time you started to have some fun without us, but don't worry, we will still give you our FCC™ sponsored Myspace™ account so you wont have an identity crisis.
Hey, who loves ya?
Welcome to the 21st Century fucko,don't worry if you lose a little skin.
So What Now...
So what now? You've grown out of your childish idealism, and you've come to realize that all you've been taught or known is complete shit. You've read all you think there is to read, you looked at the darkness, and pondered it's mysteries. You know there's something out there, but you don't know what, nor do you know how to get there. Perhaps some teacher, some great instructor, worn from his journeys has given you some clues. But now you have to do it alone, So where do you go now?
Well, there's always security away in your artificial lights
I suggest you go back to those old securities, those old lies of authority. It's a warm blanket, fuzzy and certain, like the sweaty touch of another body, or the picturesque morals of the watered down fairy tales of your childhood.
The darkness impracticable, mysterious, dark- and there is no company but that of crazies. A few individuals who, in a last ditch effort for truth has let themselves feel freedom, who have peered into the mirror of darkening clouds and have started a journey to the limits of their souls.
Stay away. Because what you find in the darkness is never what you expect, and it's never what the lies of your youth told you to look for.
Well, there's always security away in your artificial lights
I suggest you go back to those old securities, those old lies of authority. It's a warm blanket, fuzzy and certain, like the sweaty touch of another body, or the picturesque morals of the watered down fairy tales of your childhood.
The darkness impracticable, mysterious, dark- and there is no company but that of crazies. A few individuals who, in a last ditch effort for truth has let themselves feel freedom, who have peered into the mirror of darkening clouds and have started a journey to the limits of their souls.
Stay away. Because what you find in the darkness is never what you expect, and it's never what the lies of your youth told you to look for.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
ThornIs Reviews
I'm in the process archiving my half drunk movie reviews to a seperate blog (link on this blog). I haven't went through any of the old reviews, though I have added a new on. It's a fun process and the reviews, with all their stupidity and bad organization, is suppose to be taken as fun.
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